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Wednesday, April 2, 2014

B is for Boo

Opening my eyes
with a jolt to the sound of the early morning alarm was actually a relief. For weeks now I have been awakened,
throughout my nighttime rest, by unknown noises.

I anticipated some
creaking and groaning from my newly acquired home. I had expected the normal foundation settling
could make some of the first nights restless.
Even the sounds of the roof flexing with the sun can make noises. But these mid-night awakenings were far
beyond that.

The second
morning, after awakening six times during the night to loud bangs, I walked the
perimeter and found a couple of places needing the attention of a
handyman. The third morning, I called a
roofer. The fourth morning I called an
exterminator. It’s now been six weeks.

Six weeks with
little to no sleep. I look like I could
pack the bags under my eyes for a month long trip! Dark circles sagging skin
all point to sleepless nights. I haven’t
dreamt in a very long time.

Meeting for
coffee, strong coffee, my friends comment on how much work I must be doing in
my new home. After my quizzical look,
they all turned slightly away saying how tired I look.

Jan was the first
to say it. “It’s really there isn’t it.” Her words were a statement not a
question. Pursing her lips she stared
accusingly at me. “I told you the
history of that house! I told you what
the previous owners said.”

I just don’t
believe all that nonsense. Ghosts,
spectral beings, aliens…..come on. Get
real. They just don’t exist anywhere but
in the fantasies of the gullible. The
weak minded are generally being lead around by some “guru” for whatever money
or other asset can get pumped out of them.

That being said, I
allowed my friend Jan to make the call. Jan
had lived on that side of the city for a very long time. She knew the best pizza joint, the easiest in
and out coffee bistro, which salon had the best stylist. Overall, she had this side of town down. She knew everyone, and pretty much everyone
knew her. She could get the lowdown on
any place, any thing, or on any body!
She made the call.

Our “spectral”
retriever was to swing by my house the upcoming weekend. In the meantime, I walked the perimeter of
the house checking for “critter access”.
I went over the bills from the exterminator, no bugs/bees/rats or
raccoons. No trees leaning on the
rooftop.

Tired of looking
at the house, I decided to calm my unreasonable nervousness with a nice cup of
tea. Sitting on the front porch, sipping my herbal tea, I felt the hand touch
me. Whispers in my ear….”BOO..I know
what you’ve done and it won’t stop me”.

3 comments:

Yikes. Yeah, it would be tough to live in a haunted house. I think I'd feel like I was always being watched. But those I know who have lived in haunted houses say you eventually get used to it and began to grow fond of the ghost. As though it's company? I don't know...I guess that only works if it's a friendly ghost!

Hm...I actually do believe that ghosts exists. Seen one, in fact. It wasn't a particularly scary one, just an old lady on her way to whatever comes next.I enjoyed the story. It was very realistic.Thanks for visiting Poetry of the Netherworld.